I Became the Little Demon in Leading Role's Family

Chapter 809: Chapter 738: The Ketchup Is Too Fake

To be able to craft something so ingeniously is impressive, but of course, all this is for the sake of protection, for the Bai Family has always been about guardianship.

Bai Zhi and Moh Li waited for a long time before finally seeing the disheveled Bai Xiang and Wu Wa. Although both looked bedraggled, at this moment, they had at least made it here.

“What should we do next?”

Wu Wa’s mouth still had traces of blood. She glanced at Bai Xiang, who appeared as if nothing had happened. She never imagined that one day Bai Xiang would save her, that he would selflessly jump in like some villainous boss.

“Place our hands in different directions.”

Quickly, they placed their hands inside, and suddenly a door appeared.

As they stepped on, they realized they were slowly ascending, much like being in an elevator, going endlessly up and up.

It was magical; however, they didn’t have much time to savor this magic.

When they appeared by the pool, they saw that huge door.

At the same time, they saw someone unexpected but who indeed seemed fitting to appear here — Han Sheng.

Moreover, facing him directly were Bai Dan and the Ancestor.

“Master, I didn’t expect you to still be alive.”

Han Sheng didn’t expect to see this person, the very one who had pulled him out of darkness only to later abandon him.

Back then, he was merely an orphan in the war, thinking he would die. But he was saved and grew up, yet never imagined that he would someday be driven out.

He was always an outsider, and his master never wanted to tell him anything.

Bai Zhi and his group just wanted to curse. They had fought desperately, yet Han Sheng still got here. Faster than them even. What kind of situation is this?

“You didn’t die, so why should I?”

The Ancestor spoke calmly, casually eating half a watermelon with a spoon, which he seemed to have pulled out of nowhere.

“Indeed, everyone said you were dead, but I never believed it. However, since you’re here, it means what I’ve been looking for is here, right?

Back then, you were always guarded against me, unwilling to tell me what you intended to do, yet haven’t I figured it out now?

Back then, I had done nothing, yet you drove me out, and now haven’t I returned?

Master, do you regret it?”

Han Sheng pieced together his findings from bits and pieces collected by his subordinates. He truly managed to find it in the end; what a waste it was that he did not use such thoughts for good.

Such a waste, indeed.

Regret? What is that? Bai Zhi thought that the Ancestor surely didn’t regret it; if he did, it would be that he regretted not killing Han Sheng.

“Hmm, I regret it,”

The Ancestor nodded solemnly. He hadn’t moved because he couldn’t. To save Bai Zhi, he had long lost his martial arts and was currently in recovery. Yet equally, as he didn’t understand Han Sheng, Han Sheng didn’t dare to make a move.

They were all waiting, waiting for the other to make a move first.

“Regret adopting you.”

The Ancestor spoke plainly, successfully making Han Sheng’s face go pale.

That momentary pain flashed by. If Bai Zhi hadn’t been watching, he would not have noticed.

Oh my, could it be that Han Sheng still holds some father-son feelings towards the Ancestor? Otherwise, why would he feel pain?

“Well, there really is no way back because you can’t return to the past, can you?”

The Ancestor finished his watermelon, tossing it aside.

“I know why you’ve come here.”

All it is about is wanting to rise above others again, just like before.

“You’re exhausted.”

The Ancestor clearly saw through it; this Han Sheng had reached his limits.

“Yes, so I wish to live. Is that wrong?”

He just wanted to live; is that wrong?

“Wanting to live isn’t wrong, but how could you hurt so many people, and you know well what the Divine Dragon means to us in Nan Country; it’s our guardian spirit.”

“What does it have to do with me? As long as I can survive, isn’t that enough?”

Han Sheng looked at Bai Zhi somewhat amused. How naive Bai Zhi was.

“If those people die for me, it’s their honor.”

Han Sheng spoke so nonchalantly, without a shred of hesitation.

Indeed, how could someone willing to kill their own children and grandchildren feel guilt?

They couldn’t wish for more; the more people dead, the better.

“Then just die yourself, why drag others along?”

Bai Zhi couldn’t stand it anymore. Time was running out; if they didn’t quickly open the mountain gate, how would the Divine Dragon leave?

Bai Zhi charged at Han Sheng directly, each move fatal, without any holding back.

Xu Yan and Moh Li also joined the fray; the others wanted to intervene, but Han Sheng only brought three people, so they were overwhelmed.

However, Bai Zhi and the others were struggling. This Han Sheng, whom they thought was just like that, began to show his true strength today.

Bai Zhi kept a close eye on their every move, feeling something was off. Han Sheng’s expression didn’t seem right.

But at that moment, she really couldn’t pinpoint what exactly was wrong.

Han Sheng was now hitting harder, appearing reckless.

If earlier he had just been toying with them, now he wasn’t.

His gaze was sinister, looking not at all trifling.

And Moh Li took a step forward, pulling Bai Zhi’s small hand.

He stood right in front of Bai Zhi, protecting her behind him.

Then Han Sheng struck directly, hitting Moh Li.

“Moh Li!”

Bai Zhi was even more furious, pulling out a Golden Needle and charging straight at Han Sheng.

Screw all the moves, to hell with them. Bai Zhi rushed forward, using everything against Han Sheng.

Bai Zhi’s reckless fighting made Han Sheng somewhat dumbfounded; was she planning to perish together with him?

Bai Zhi kept throwing Medicine Powder, and after it ran out, threw Golden Needles, then grabbed whatever and tossed it at Han Sheng.

And Bai Dan joined in, too; Bai Dan, after all, had fought in wars and had once been an opponent of his, naturally knowing where to hit.

In an instant, the tide turned, and Han Sheng was being chased all over the place.

Finally, Bai Da and Bai Dan knocked him out with a single palm.

Bai Zhi felt something was not right — it was too easy. She had been prepared to take Han Sheng down with her.

Who would’ve thought Han Sheng couldn’t hold out, looking at his weakened state, it was hard to tell if it was real or fake.

Han Sheng spat blood, one mouthful after another, as if he might die from blood loss, but he didn’t.

He really seemed to be clinging to life at its last gasp, his machinations truly deep and unfathomable.

“Well, I smell tomatoes,”

Bai Zhi, amusingly ruining the mood, remarked. She truly smelled it, rushing over to look, it was all ketchup.

“If you’re going to spit blood, can’t you make it more realistic? So easy to see through.”

Han Sheng: “…” Who bought such fake stuff!

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